June 2, 2018 (NYC)
Karlie was going spare. She was sure it was only a matter of time before someone calls a fucking psychiatric hospital and have her picked up.
It's been a week since she's heard from Taylor and that was so weird because Taylor would never go missing without giving Karlie a heads up, she knew that woman ever since they were in diapers and she wasn't that irresponsible kind of person.
The only thing keeping her from storming through NYPD and filing a missing person report for Taylor was the knowledge that her best friend would eventually show up if she wasn't dead or kidnapped.
And she was hella sure Taylor was neither dead nor kidnapped, but the worry of not knowing what has been happening to her was keeping her on edge. Taylor said she'd be back in a week and she was never one to break a promise.
Taylor was fine when Karlie had dropped her off JFK for her flight to Rio to see Harry, she told Karlie that she'd cashed in some needed time off work and would be gone for a week and Karlie knew that Taylor would spend that week with her boyfriend jumping off country after country and Karlie could admit that their sweet and very intimate reunion in the hotel lobby in Rio that was fortunately caught on cam and went viral didn't give her anything to be suspicious about if anything it just suggested they would have a damn good time together,
It turns out her deduction was wrong and she didn't even know that Taylor wasn't with Harry anymore until the guy reached out to her to ask if Taylor got back safe a few days ago, her initial reaction was too check if Taylor was indeed back in New York and relishing her time off work but when she went to her apartment and saw that there was no sign of Taylor ever being home she immediately went off on Harry.
Because her ever rational, logical, always composed friend Taylor would never go missing on them without any reason and she was certain Harry was the only reason, mainly because no one could ever get to Taylor the way he does.
She'd been looking for Taylor everywhere, she even contacted everyone she and Taylor knew if they had seen her or heard from her but everyone answered in negative, so she decided to call home in Nashville, check if Taylor went home but when Andrea told her she hadn't seen Taylor since their wedding that was the final straw.
It didn't help that Harry wouldn't answer her calls, knowing she would be unleashing hell on him had he been dumb enough to answer her calls.
So when Taylor appeared in the hospital looking as pale as ever with dark circles surrounding her bloodshot eyes that she hid behind dark sunglasses and reeked of alcohol, Karlie had finally made a decision.
She's gonna murder Harry Styles.
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It was a typical rainy summer day in New York when Taylor showed up in the hospital sporting a sunglasses (despite of the raging weather) and a splitting headache due to her excessive drinking before she left Nashville and a crippling ache in her heart.
The hospital was busy when she entered the lobby, she immediately turned heads because of her disheveled and pale appearance but she knew that there was more to it. The furtive glances the staff were shooting her suggested something else and she knew, oh she knew that it was due to Karlie freaking out and being a loud person.
She finally let out a sigh once she was alone inside the elevator and out of the scrutinizing gaze of people. Saying she was exhausted would be an understatement but she could not go back to her apartment and be reminded of everything wrong in her life right now, besides she have so much work to do and she'd live in the hospital if she had too.
